SpotEmGottem - Beat Box 8 lyrics

{intro} Let go (damn e, this sh*t exclusive) stretch gang Face shots to the face, don't trip on yo' lace Mafia {verse 1: gutta100} They wanna see me slip, mm, i gotta keep me a blick Run down, i come off the hip Didn't think twice, shoot up the clip I'm in love with the bread, not a b*tch I'ma trap 'til i'm dead or i'm rich All that cap, now your dawg in a ditch I'm the sh*t, dropped a bands on some kicks I was just locked up eatin' grits Now i'm ridin' in a foreign, ducked off behind {?} I was just down bad on my dick Now i pop out with twenty bands like it ain't sh*t Stop callin' your girl 'cause she eatin' my kids If i robbed you, get it back {?} what it is My dawg just spun the band, he wan' spin again He finna mary-go they block 'til they dead Like a pedophile, i got my co*k out Boy told me, "stay off the block 'cause the cops out" On my way to the top, no, i cannot stop now If the opps outside, you know i'ma pop out Pull up with .40's and .30's and tec's Wherever we catch you, we gon' leave a mess Drop five on your head and my dawg in your chest I'm rollin' your homie, he smokin' the best I'm still in the trap and we servin' that hard He say that he 'bout it, i'm pullin' his card b*tch, you already know i keep a stick If you run down on me, then you won't see tomorrow I keep that b*tch on my lap, i am not rick ross It is not in the trunk of my car Why would i keep it there? that's too far Tryna run down, i send shots like a bar I gave y'all enough time to drop now, it's over I mix the {?} with soda I poured a deuce up in my soda, got me leanin' over Please don't trust me, i might sneak ya, yeah, b*tch, i'm a vulture Your girl said she wanna fu*k, i told her come bend over Right pocket got the strap, left pocket bands in it Plug actin' funny, i ain't wanna rob, i let my mans hit 'em That boy the broke plus he a clown, can't even stand with 'em If you my dawg and the opps pull up, then i'ma blam with 'em They say dababy remixed this song the hardest, well like a pamper, boy, i'm on your ass I remember back in school, i was cuttin' class just to go and sell me a slab I had a teacher that thought i was cute and she made sure i passed every time i did bad Yeah, that b*tch bad, but when she take off all her makeup, i don't even think that she bad I'm up right now, fu*k next, b*tch, i'm steppin' on necks It's my turn to go flex, told the label they need to cut checks If we send shots, we hittin' noggins, pussy don't need no vests Now this sh*t a challenge, in middle school i used to beatbox my chest {chorus: spotemgottem} Bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss Thuggin' in my reeboks, ridin' with a g-shock Shh, i heard he shot, draco make 'em beat box Og made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, draco make 'em beat box {verse 1: spotemgottem} In miami with my motherfu*kin' heat out With another ni**a b*tch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, i'm on my big goon sh*t Ready to get it started, b*tch, i got no sense Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me kobe, twenty-four on me Can't fu*k wit' her no more, that lil' b*tch, she do the most I get my groove on every time i see them folks I got the antidote, i'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and i'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, i got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' sh*t like jackie chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, i hit my target, i'ma up this b*tch regardless {chorus: spotemgottem} Bur— bur— burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off Tried to get away from me, had a standoff Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, i nicknamed him randy moss Th— th— thuggin' in my reeboks, riding with a g-shock Shh, i heard he shot, draco make 'em beat box Og made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, draco make 'em beat box